After I finished speaking, I followed the young man and bowed his head to ponder, in fact, I thought about this matter carefully, I can't twist it, after all, Professor Yan is holding the official document approved by the state, if he wants to buckle my hat, there is no excuse for the crime he wants to add!

Let's take a look first, I want to know what kind of medicine Professor Yan, the old fox, bought in his gourd!

That guy took me to a military hospital, and when I met Professor Yan, okay! The old man has all the tubes plugged in!

When a few students outside the door saw that I was about to enter the ward, they quickly stopped me, made a booing motion, and whispered: "Teacher Erdou, Professor Yan has just fallen asleep, don't disturb him yet!" ”

"Oh, oh!"

I nodded, turned my head and went to Professor Yan's attending physician and asked him about Professor Yan's situation in detail.

The attending physician was quite optimistic about Professor Yan's condition, and said to me with a smile: "Professor Yan's body is quite strong, nothing is wrong!" It's the age of the old, and it's the first time to go to the plateau, you may catch a cold on the road, the altitude sickness is a little strong, take oxygen, and rest for three or five days! ”

He poured a basin of cold water on me, and although I didn't really hope that Professor Yan could do something, it was too fast! You said that if he lies down for a month, I will go and do things for him, and neither of these two ends will delay anyone, how good!

But things always backfire, no way, wait!

During the period when I was waiting for Professor Yan to recuperate, I took Zhu Yingyu to the street when I was fine, and chatted with those old Tibetan men who were squatting on the wall!

Although I can't understand Tibetan, Zhu Yingyu can! I would like to see if I can learn more about the Tomb of the Witch of Yaru.

Early this morning, as soon as I went out as usual, I saw the Buddha with a dark and wrinkled face, a red tweed monk's robe, and a prayer wheel with his eyes closed!

That uncle is not ordinary, I have been paying attention to him for several days, people are squatting on the wall, they are all setting up a stall, doing a small business or something, he is not, there is always a yellow package in front of him, not unpacked, not let people see! When someone asked, he didn't answer, it's really weird!

I walked over, squatted down in front of him, took a closer look at the tightly wrapped objects on the ground in a "yellow coat", and asked him, "Old man!" What a treasure is so well hidden! It's inconvenient to open it for me to take a look! ”

The uncle opened his eyes and looked at me for a moment, and then closed his eyes again, and the prayer wheel in his hand did not stop, and Ben did not intend to pay attention to me.

I was bored with myself, and I was embarrassed, when the Han brother next to me who pulled out his teeth reminded me: "Hey, little brother, don't recruit him!" Let me tell you, since I came here, I have seen this Buddha sitting here every day. I heard from the neighbors that he had been sitting here for decades, and I hadn't seen him talk to anyone! ”

I smiled at the big brother who was pulling out his teeth, and my heart was churning! Sitting here for decades, if he hadn't been determined, he would definitely be waiting for someone! But who is he waiting for here? What's in this bag?

Thinking of this, I turned my head and waved my hand at Zhu Yingyu, asking him to ask what this old man's name was in Tibetan, and by the way, to see if there was any valuable treasure in his bag to sell!

But before Zhu Yingyu could speak, the old man coughed, and said to me: "No need to ask, poor monk Gliji, listen to the donor's tone, come from Beiping!" ”

"Huh? What did you just say your name was? Gligie! ”

As soon as this old man opened his mouth, he really shocked me! He is also called Gliji, is there such a coincidence in this world! The same monk, the same old man, and the same name Gregi!

When the old man saw that my eyes were as wide as cow's eggs, he stood up with a shake, swung the warp wheel around me, and said to himself, "Like! It's like! It's been more than 50 years, and I've been waiting for you for more than 50 years! ”

"It's not you waiting! What more than fifty years and who have you been waiting for for more than fifty years? Is it waiting...... Me? ”

The old man who called himself Gligie looked around, patted me on the shoulder and replied, "Let's go, this is not the place to talk, come with me!" ”

After the old man finished speaking, he didn't allow me to ask for an explanation, so he took his "yellow coat" and left. I didn't dare to slack off at first glance, so I called Zhu Yingyu to follow him behind his buttocks.

We walked through the streets and alleys along the way, walked up the beam and the ladder for a long time, and then left the city of Lhasa. I saw that the old man didn't mean to stop at all, and his heart was a little hairy! After all, the first time I took a photo, if I was following, I guess I would go to the thief's den for a while, and I didn't even know it!

Seeing that I was getting slower and slower, the old man turned around, squinted his eyes and said sarcastically, "What? The descendants of the second master of the military pole, is this bit of guts? Speaking of which, are you not afraid of smashing the signboard of Yan Shamen? ”

Heyer! It's a fight with me, isn't it? With my body grappling and fighting, I can still be afraid of you! But then again, he actually knew his grandfather's honorific name, and he could call Yan Shamen's name, even if this person was not the old man Gliji, it was definitely not a good kind!

I followed him for about ten kilometers, and it was full of mani piles and long prayer flags!

I didn't count the number of small mani piles, but I paid special attention to the big ones, no more, no less, just nine!

When it comes to the customs and culture of the Tibetan people, I really don't know much about it. But for this mani pile, I really know what it's for!

The mani pile was originally called "manza", which means "mandala". Tibetan transliteration is called "Duobang", which means to build up stones.

In Tibet, you will see almost all the mani piles made of stones and stone slabs in the mountains, road junctions, lakes, rivers and other places, which are also known as "god piles".

There are no more, no less, there are just nine huge mani piles. Is it really a coincidence, or does it mean something else? I really think it's all a delusion created by my imagination!

The old man, who called himself Gligi, lived in a dilapidated temple not far from the nine mani piles.

When I followed up and went into the house to take a look at the environment inside, it would not be an exaggeration to describe it as a house with four walls! In the empty temple, only a piece of fur that had been worn out lay on the ground. And the entire temple, whether it is the wall or the stone masonry, is engraved with the six-character mantra.

The old man threw the "yellow coat" aside, sat cross-legged on the bare fur, still shaking the prayer wheel in his hand, and said to me: "There are no outsiders in this house now, so let's talk straight if we have something to say!" You came here to Lhasa all the way this time, but for the Yalu Witch Tomb? ”